9 Quotes by Laird Hunt

You could get whiplash trying to watch time go by.

I wanted, I told her, to lie under the stars and smell different breezes. I wanted to drink different waters, feel different heats. Stand with my comrades atop the ruin of old ideas. Plant my boot and steel my eye and not run. I said all this to my dead mother, spoke it down through the dirt: there was a conflagration to come; I wanted to lend it my spark.

Uno obedecía, así de simple, y si en lo más enconado del combate no obedecía, moría. A veces moría de todos modos.

El Señor nos había dado ojos para ver y pies para llevarnos a sitios donde pudiera verse todo, dijo. Era cosa nuestra salir y ver, salir y contemplar. Ese era nuestro trabajo. Debíamos atarnos bien los cordones de los zapatos y ponernos a ello. Lo peor que podía pasarnos era que fracasáramos. Y el fracaso solo significaba que habíamos tenido agallas suficientes para intentarlo.

There are no poor men. Not even among the wretches.

For there are things in this world that you think will never come to pass that will rob you of your voice for nothing but the joy of them when suddenly they do.

There was magic in wanting to see a thing that has been marvelously described.

As she read and reread the note scrawled in Janie’s riotously looping hand, she understood that she was holding one of those rare objects brought into being by a hope you didn’t know you still had.

A tale is a funny thing, and even when it’s your own and you have a quill in your hand you must be careful where you touch it.